Page 8 of Fatal Vision
There were seven emotions that showed on the face unilaterally across age, sex, race, and culture. They consisted of anger, fear, sadness, disgust, contempt, surprise, and happiness. When someone attempted to conceal his or her emotions, “leakage” of their true emotions was usually evident on their face.
A firming of the lips suggested Theo felt disgust. “We assume from the angle and distance, your shooter was a professional. Military trained.”
Shelby had already stewed about that and had strong doubts. “Why didn’t he kill me then? He certainly had the skill necessary.”
“Maybe you weren’t his target.”
His gaze shifted to a commotion out in the gym. His face blanched at whatever he saw through the glass window.Fear. “We need to get you to your room. Now.”
“Why?”
“Because one of the suspects in your case file just walked through the door.”
Shelby swiveled in her wheelchair to follow his line of sight. Her breath caught.
She cranked farther in the seat, telling herself not to blink as she stared at a man in holey jeans and scuffed boots holding a dog in his arms that looked as ragged as he did. “Oh my God, tell me he’s real.”
“Real?” Theo sounded as perplexed as Shelby felt. “Of course, he’s real.”
There, looking as hell-on-wheels sexy as ever, stood the man who dominated her hallucinations as well as her dreams.
